Chapter 1178 What Is the Mantra?

The place where the patriarch of Qinglian Sect sits is so fierce?

Yang Zhen looked at the huge coffin burning with terrifying bear flames in mid-air, with an expression of disbelief on his face.

The master of Qinglian Sect was even more dumbfounded, while fighting the berserk golden dragon, he let Yang Zhen and Lin Miaoyi avoid it.

Yang Zhen couldn't tell whether the golden dragon was real or fake. The breath of life on his body was too strong. Even if it was fake, it was still an imitation.

"You Qinglianmen, there used to be giant dragons?"

And it was a golden dragon, Yang Zhen turned his head and asked Lin Miaoyi, and pulled Lin Miaoyi to a place where the battle could not be affected.

This is like a fight between gods, the terrifying air waves cover the sky and the sun, but the terrifying roar of the golden dragon already shook Yang Zhen's eardrums with pain.

Especially the terrifying strength of Qinglian Sect Master, Yang Zhen was dumbfounded.

Damn it, if that old lunatic Feng Li Dasheng is also so powerful, then what's the point of fighting, just go back to his hometown.

Yang Zhen kind of missed the smell of smog on the blue planet.

At this moment, Zhou Tong suddenly fell down from mid-air with a thud, jumped into a rage, pointed to the mid-air and said, "Fake old man, you bastard, why don't you help me?"

The fake old Taoist smiled strangely, and said: "The strength of this big worm has already made a breakthrough. In this case, the old man should not be too busy to protect himself. How can I have time to take care of you, an old bastard?"

Yang Zhen was stunned for a moment. Didn't he have seen Zhou Tong's strength before? Facing the golden dragon, he was in danger of being beaten down?

Just when Yang Zhen was surprised, Zhou Tong jumped up again, and not long after, the fake old man fell down with a thud.

Zhou Tong laughed loudly, with a look of contempt in his words, and shouted at the fake old Taoist: "You bastard, fake old Taoist, still have today, this landing posture is a bit ugly."

The fake old man was face down, his face was ashamed, he stared at Zhou Tong coldly, and rushed back into the battle without saying a word.

Yang Zhen looked up at the golden dragon and suddenly felt a little weird.

At this time, Lin Miaoyi suddenly shook his head and said: "In the history of Qinglianmen, there is no mention of the existence of giant dragons. Could it be that the ancestor tamed a golden dragon before refining?"

Seeing the look of worship in Lin Miaoyi's eyes, Yang Zhen gave Lin Miaoyi a white look.

Heh, woman, I'm afraid there is some misunderstanding about the golden dragon.

According to the bastard's description of the cheap cat, if it is a real golden dragon, if it breaks through the strength of the door, I am afraid that it will be ten Qinglian sect masters, and it will also be beaten.

The wild creature like the golden dragon is born with a sanctified body, and its terrifying power tears up the heavens. Although the golden dragon in front of him looks terrifying, even the master of Qinglian sect can beat him, but Yang Zhen always has a feeling , as if this thing is fake, the movements seem to be completely free, just the breath in the eyes, not like a living thing.

If it was a real golden dragon, it would have been furious long ago, and all dragons are violent.

But the golden dragon in front of him had empty eyes, as if he didn't see Qinglian sect master and others, just fighting blindly.

Thinking of this, Yang Zhen was almost more certain that the golden dragon in front of him should be just a puppet.

Digging grass, what kind of puppet is so terrifying?

Yang Zhen had a look of surprise and uncertainty on his face, he turned to Lin Miaoyi and said, "Sister Lin, please protect me!"

Lin Miaoyi was shocked, looked at Yang Zhen in surprise and asked, "What do you want to do?"

Yang Zhen curled his lips and muttered: "Of course it's Dragon Slaying, you won't let me do what you want."

O woman!

Yang Zhen didn't pay attention to Lin Miaoyi. At this time, Lin Miaoyi seemed to have nothing else to do except protect him.

When Yang Zhen absorbed all his mind, he suddenly found a trace of difference in midair.

Strands of almost imperceptible qi came from directly below the huge coffin, linking to the body of the golden dragon.

Yang Zhenxin's head was shocked, and he immediately became extremely interested in this kind of golden dragon, no, the person who created this kind of golden dragon, and also aroused a wave of admiration.

These wisps of energy are not power breaths, but a kind of existence similar to a spider web, invisible and colorless, difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, even difficult for the soul to detect.

If it weren't for Yang Zhen's deep knowledge of the Heavenly Book of Attacking Fate, he would never have discovered such a key point.

Just look at the masters of Qinglian Sect and you will know that after fighting the golden dragon in mid-air for so long, no one found out that the golden dragon turned out to be fake.

Plop!

There was another muffled sound, and Zhou Tong fell from mid-air and landed beside Yang Zhen. When he saw Yang Zhen's appearance, he showed a puzzled look on his face, and asked Lin Miaoyi next to him, "Where is this kid?" What are you doing?"

Lin Miaoyi glared at Yang Zhen and said, "He said he wanted to slay a dragon!"

"Dragon Slayer?"

Zhou Tong smiled like a fat man weighing two hundred catties, and waved his hands and said, "Boy, don't waste your efforts. I don't know what happened to this golden dragon. The wounds on its body will heal automatically, and it won't kill you no matter how hard you beat it. I'm almost exhausted, is this the legendary Dragon?"

God your sister's undead dragon.

Yang Zhen rolled his eyes at Zhou Tong, opened his eyes and said, "If there are immortals, with the terrifying potential of human monks, I am afraid that they have already figured out how to live forever."

Zhou Tong was taken aback for a moment, as if he felt that what Yang Zhen said made sense, and muttered to himself: "Could it be that those legends about the undead dragon are all fake?"

The shattering of a belief was born in this way.

Glancing at Zhou Tong, who doubted his life, Yang Zhen stood up and said, "Look at this Sao Sheng slaughtering you immortal dragon."

Zhou Tong laughed loudly, pointed at Yang Zhen and said, "Just you? The master of Qinglian Sect can't do anything about this golden dragon. You're so small, don't go up there to die."

"What if I can kill this dragon?" Yang Zhen blinked at Zhou Tong.

Zhou Tong glanced at the golden dragon chasing Qinglian sect master and others running around, sneered, and said: "If you kill this dragon, I will be your apprentice for another hundred years, a total of two hundred years." , how about bringing Lin girl to you by the way?"

Miss Lin?

Yang Zhen was stunned, and glanced at Lin Miaoyi, Lin Miaoyi immediately drew out his sword and rushed towards Zhou Tong.

Zhou Tong turned his head and ran away with a strange cry, and said as he ran, "Boy, Miss Lin is thin-skinned, this old man can really decide this matter."

After speaking, Zhou Tong rushed into the battle again, Lin Miaoyi thought for a while, but didn't dare to catch up, returned to Yang Zhen's side resentfully, and said in a cold voice: "Elder Zhou Tong is disrespectful, don't listen to his nonsense. "

Yang Zhen nodded, and said as he walked: "Although Zhou Tong is a bit disrespectful to the old man, he still keeps his word. One hundred years will add one hundred years, if we talk about matching Lin girl..."

"Yang Zhen, stop!" Lin Miaoyi chased from behind.

Roar--!

An earth-shattering roar came from mid-air, and Yang Zhen and Lin Miaoyi were caught off guard and turned into rolling gourds.

The master of Qinglian Sect shouted angrily, and the long sword in his hand swelled against the wind, and slashed at the golden dragon with the force of tearing space, but was bounced away by a force similar to the body protector.

The more Yang Zhen looked at it, the more delighted he was. This is simply a sharp weapon for killing and stealing goods.

Under the dumbstruck gazes of Zhou Tong and others, Yang Zhen jumped to the place where the energy was emitted, and pressed his hands heavily on the ground.

"Heaven and earth are dark and yellow, Hallelujah, the Supreme Lord is as anxious as a law, amen!"

Rumble!

Earth-shattering loud noises came, and the entire ground was almost lifted up. The golden dragon in mid-air gradually shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye while everyone was dumbfounded.

Zhou Tong's eyeballs almost popped out, and he muttered to himself, "What kind of spell is this bastard kid?"